Author's Note: Yay! Second chapter! I hope you enjoy it! I don't Own Double Take from Disney Channel's Original Comedy, Austin and Ally.

And obviously, I don't own Austin and Ally. Why would I be writing fanfiction if I did?

~Christi

"Austin!" my mom yelled. "Austin, wake up!" My eyes snapped open and I looked at the time on my alarm clock. 8:30. The music store would open in 30 minutes.
Why did I care so much about the music store, anyway?
Was it Ally?
In five minutes, I got dressed and headed downstairs for my pancakes. "Hey, mom," I said, sitting down and shoveling pancakes onto my blue plastic plate. I sprinkled some berries on it absentmindedly. When I finished, it looked like a lovesick human being. I sighed, then gulped down my pancakes, thinking about Ally. Her luscious lips. Her perfect hair. Her breathtaking smile.
"Name the planets in order from the sun," my mom told me, snapping me out of my daydream. Mrs. Quiz was back. "Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune," I told her. "Duh." My mom nodded. "Square root of four."
"Two, of course!"
She ruffled my hair. "Good job, Austin," she said. "I'm going to the music store," I told her. "See you in an hour."
I headed toward the Sonic Boom and looked behind the counter. Ally was writing in her book again. "H-hi, A-Ally," I stammered. She looked up. "You again?" she asked, sighing. "You know, that sing you were playing...it was really catchy," I told her, trying my best to act casual. "How about you be my songwriter? I really love singing, but I can't write a song if my life depended on it." Ally raised an eyebrow. "Show me," she said. "Okay," I replied. I grabbed a guitar and sang, "I need a song, it can't be too long, song, song, song, song, song, song, song." I bowed and Ally chuckled. "That was awful," she insulted me. "Sure, I'll be your songwri-" A redheaded boy ran up to Ally. "Have you ever wondered what pigeon poop tastes like?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I ha-" I started to say, but then I realized that Ally was standing right behind us. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself! Ally gave me a disgusted look and said, "Austin, this is Dez. Dez, this is Austin. He just moved to Miami." Dez nodded. "Cool!" he exclaimed. "I wonder what pigeon poop tastes like all the time!" I gave Dez a half-smile and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you?" I said. Ally grabbed my arm. "So, anyways, Austin, since I'm your new songwriter, do you want to go work on a song?" she asked. I nodded. "Cool," she replied. "I've made a bunch." Dez straightened himself. "I can shoot a music video," he offered, perking up. "I have a video camera." Ally smiled at me. "Austin, you might become famous!" she exclaimed. I nodded excitedly. "So," Ally continued. "That room I was singing in, that's my practice room. You can practice the song up there." She dragged me upstairs and opened the door, revealing the room I had poked my head in yesterday. Ally sat in front of the piano, and I sang along with the notes.

Flip a switch
Turn on the lightnin'

Get it right

Show 'em how it's done

Free it up

No matter how you dress that song,

Girl, you know you got a number one

Go with it

You got 'em where you want 'em

Drop the beat

They need to hear your sound

Play it up

It's comin' down to you right now

They wanna know, know, know

Your name, name, name

They want the girl, girl, girl

With game, game, game

And when they look, look, look

Your way, way, way

You're gonna make, (make) make, (make) make 'em do a double take

Make 'em do a double take

"What up?" I added the line on at the end, causing Ally to laugh. "I think we're ready to make the video!" she exclaimed, then said, "Dez! Get up here!" Almost immediately, Dez walked right inside. "We're ready for the video!"

Flip a switch
Turn on the lightnin'

Get it right

Show 'em how it's done

Free it up

No matter how you dress that song,

Girl, you know you got a number one

Go with it

You got 'em where you want 'em

Drop the beat

They need to hear your sound

Play it up

It's comin' down to you right now

They wanna know, know, know

Your name, name, name

They want the girl, girl, girl

With game, game, game

And when they look, look, look

Your way, way, way

You're gonna make, (make) make, (make) make 'em do a double take

Make 'em do a double take
What up?

With the help of Ally's best friend, Trish, we managed to get a rockin' video on a website we created. "You are so going to become an overnight Internet sensation!" Ally told me. I smiled and said, "I hope."
But I hoped even more that Ally might possibly become mine some day.